scowls, 'That's my countryside you're littering mate.'

looks over to the other and shrugs. He didn't care. He just kept on walking.

that's it. He walks over and grabs the other by the shoulder before giving him a shinner. Serves him bloody right.

curses and stumbles a bit and glares at the other before punching him.

swears, holding onto where he was hit as the other hand swings into his stomach - an attempt to wind him. 'Don't come to my effing country_

and litter, you blooming chimney.'

coughs out, dropping his cig. "I-I didn't even know where I was, idiot." He was upset that he lost his cig...

stamps on the cigarette. 'Even when I confronted you, you didn't give a toss! You twat.' He holds where he was punched, scowling at the_

other. 'Didn't even show an ounce of blooming remorse.'

glares at him before hitting him again and heading home. He didn't need this.

wouldn't chase after him.

would never come back here... This place was terrible.